“Oh, what do you suppose is going to happen?”
Both children had heard the last of Mrs. Traddle’s remarks as they crossed the porch.
“I don’t know,” Teddy answered. “Anyhow Mrs. Traddle can’t blame us for what a stray, mysterious deer did to her garden.”
“Teddy,” began Mr. Benson as he saw his son. “What is this about your deer getting into the garden of Mrs. Traddle?”
“It isn’t our deer at all,” Teddy explained.
“Is there a deer?” his father wanted to know.
“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Lucy. “I saw it. I was chased by it and so was Margie, yesterday.”
“This is the first I have heard of any deer,” said Mr. Benson. “Where is it, Teddy?”
“That’s what we don’t know. But we are going to find out. It is a mystery deer,” Teddy answered.
Mr. Benson smiled at this. He had often heard his children speak of “mysterious” animals. But sometimes the animals were just that.